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ya_assemble2014-11-28 01:29 am
othersdestructive) wrote in ya_assemble2014-11-28 01:29 am
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[LN] Beat of His Own Drums [Open]
As soon as the yeti finished that beautiful, beautiful brand spankin' new not liberated from the trash drum kit, Raph had swooped in and commandeered it, dragging it off piece by piece to the room he'd also commandeered as his own when he'd first arrived.
"You can make another one," he'd shot back at the pouting yeti, who'd sighed and gotten back to work as he stole the cymbals.
It was a Pearl Export kit. Not exactly top of the line but solid, had a good sound just like the real thing (talk about trademark infringement, right?), and most importantly of all, it was new. Like so few of Raph's belongings were. In fact, the only belongings he had that weren't, ahem, "recycled," were things April and Casey had given him. Everything else was junk scavenged from the surface by Splinter - and then by him and his brothers when they started going up.
New drums. Actual new drums. And a new cd player. And new cds. He'd managed to grab a few new things, actual new things. For the first time in his life, he was playing on a new drum kit.
All the "you have to save all of existence" stuff aside, this place rocked.
That was why he was in his room banging away, sometimes playing very recognizable drums beats by themselves, sometimes in time with the original music. If it sounded like he was crazy enthusiastic about what he was doing, it was because he was.
He'd left his door open out of a general lack of consideration for others, but the noise didn't add much more noise pollution to the busy workshop than there was - and at least he was good. Very good, in fact.
"You can make another one," he'd shot back at the pouting yeti, who'd sighed and gotten back to work as he stole the cymbals.
It was a Pearl Export kit. Not exactly top of the line but solid, had a good sound just like the real thing (talk about trademark infringement, right?), and most importantly of all, it was new. Like so few of Raph's belongings were. In fact, the only belongings he had that weren't, ahem, "recycled," were things April and Casey had given him. Everything else was junk scavenged from the surface by Splinter - and then by him and his brothers when they started going up.
New drums. Actual new drums. And a new cd player. And new cds. He'd managed to grab a few new things, actual new things. For the first time in his life, he was playing on a new drum kit.
All the "you have to save all of existence" stuff aside, this place rocked.
That was why he was in his room banging away, sometimes playing very recognizable drums beats by themselves, sometimes in time with the original music. If it sounded like he was crazy enthusiastic about what he was doing, it was because he was.
He'd left his door open out of a general lack of consideration for others, but the noise didn't add much more noise pollution to the busy workshop than there was - and at least he was good. Very good, in fact.
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Fond enough to ignore the fact he hated the keytaur.
He stopped drumming, turning down his music and putting down his drum sticks.
"It depends. I'm looking for one but the job requirements are they they have to be this tall," he held a hand up to roundabout where Mabel's height was, "and wear colorful sweaters. You know anybody like that?"
He looked around his cymbals to see what she was carrying.
"And what is that?"
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She threw it at Raph. By the way it tumbled gracefully through the air, Mabel didn't have super strength, and the package was very light.
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"You got me a present?" Cue his being incredibly bewildered. "Why?"
He asked it with all the confusion of someone who didn't randomly get handed presents a lot.
Sensei'd always tried to get them a nice thing here and there for Christmas or their birthdays but "nice" was relative when it call came from the trash and they'd never been allowed out until they were fifteen so he and his brothers had never really been able to exchange gifts with each other.
He started to unwrap it, his expression knitted into an expression of confusion.
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Ok, a big part of it was that she'd never tried the tons-of-boxes-within-boxes-for-a-single-present trick and she had always wanted to.
She barely held back her snickers as Raph opened the first box and found . . . an equally elaborately wrapped one stuffed in the packing peanuts inside.
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"Oh no. Nope, taking a shortcut."
He pulled out his sai and used it to rip through all the packaging so he could excavate his way to the center.
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Mabel sounded truly just a little anxious. She'd spent a long time trying to make it right, after all. It was hard to find decorations around the pole that could make a santa hat look metal.
She'd done her best, though, arranging the blackest pipe cleaners into a barbed-wire border, fitting a couple of silver stars together so that they looked more like a mace to replace the white puffball on top, and bedazzling Raph's name on the white border with jet-black plastic jewels. And chrome spikes.
She'd even added an angry frowny-face emoticon after Raph's name, to make the whole thing look a little more metal. As metal as a Santa hat could look, anyway.
"New team, new hat!" she announced, whipping hers out and plopping it on. Raph would have to appreciate that Mabel had gone out of her way to not make his hat anything like hers, which was bedazzled so heavily and brightly it was almost difficult to see the original red and white hat beneath. "I made one for all of us!"
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Then he laughed and the laugh was not his usual mocking laugh, it was a delighted one.
"It's very..." What was the word? "...personalized. It's very me."
She'd made it just for him, with little chrome spikes on it and an angry face and everything.
"Thanks, kiddo," he said, almost surprised at himself for saying the words. For a moment, all he could do was look at it, as if it was something strange and new and wonderful. Being among so many different people - people capable of all these nice things - was new and strange and more and more, it was becoming amazing. "Seriously. I guess we're the one that're gonna have to help with the whole present thing this year, huh. It's good we'll all have the uniform for it."
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Yesterday she thought she was the Guardian of Froyo, so her brother at least took that with a grain of salt.
Mabel threw her hands in the air, delighted to be reminded that this year she got to help with Christmas. "Wait until you see the sleigh!"